The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
"My wolf can’t smell the Grave-Weavers anymore. He smells something cold. Something that doesn't bleed."
At the center of the brass-bound cavern stood a colossal, circular vault door, sealed with three massive, interlocking gears of solid gold. As we approached, a deep, grinding click echoed through the floorboards. The giant gears began to slowly rotate, their heavy brass teeth scraping together with a deafening, metallic shriek that sent a shower of bright spark-embers across the stone.